Hello Ladies,

This is when the year really gets rough. After 13 weeks of stressing, deliberating, researching, hoping, wishing, praying (and much, much hating), we finally arrive at the time when each team reaps what they've sown. When the division between the championship contenders and fishing gurus finally gets drawn. Everyone played extremely hard, and chased the after title glory with extreme tenacity (except Ghostface Velma, and oddly, Limited Expedition--who still squeaked out a playoff spot after a late season comeback). MUCH respect goes out to all who played this year, especially the The Bane--we've seen teams (note the previous two mentioned) who essentially give up after week 8 and become this year's "Sick As Cali" or "The Diplomats" or whatever Albert calls himself. Dude played his heart out, and I for one, respect that greatly.

Welp, enough of that.

The reality is, the lines have been drawn, and the strong have been separated from the weak (and Dan). As with each year, there can be only One (probably Me), and for the rest, it's time to give up, "Go home and be a family man".


~Bishop